Poems & Selections

The Memorare

REMEMBER, O most gracious
Virgin Mary, that never was it
known that anyone who fled to
thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thy intercession was left unaided. Inspired with this confidence, I fly to thee, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother;
to thee do I come; before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not
my petitions, but in thy mercy hear
and answer me. Amen.

Not how did he die but how did he live Not what did he gain but what did he give These are the units to measure the worth of a man as a man regardless of birth Not what was his church nor what was his creed? But had he befriended those really in need? […]
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves […]
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